A golden spray of ‘mademoiselle’ shimmered lightly over the bust of the platinum haired villainess; particles glittering over her milky skin that had been moisturised with sugar and rosewater as she stared at herself in the large vanity mirror located in her bedroom. She carefully placed the elaborate bottle down onto the table which was marbled with white resin, causing the shimmery liquid to slush around inside the crystal, flicking her candied violet hues down to the invitation that rested beside a vase of freshly white roses that had been cut this morning. “Who’s it from?”
The elusive White Rabbit glanced over her shoulder to catch sight of the real Jaina Hudson, who was leaning against the pale door frame with crossed arms. The golden glow from the hallway behind her created a dark silhouette, making it hard for rabbit to see Jaina’s dark sun-kissed skin, and to make out Jaina’s face, but she could tell she was completely green with envy.
This caused the rabbit to smile a little; her glossed lips glistening. “It’s an invitation. A RISE welcome party. You must be furious that you haven’t been invited to such an event, dearest Jaina. Why, this may be the first event that you haven’t been invited to.” The Rabbit smugly turned back and began to toy with her thick wavy hair that she had fixed earlier, smiling through glossed lips scented with an expensive sweet vanilla balm.
“Oh, don’t you dare get cocky with me, now. You know fine well why you do not get invited to things. The host of this...this event must be completely delusional to have invited someone like you over someone like me. You will only ruin it. Like you always do. Like you always ruin things. Come on now, what are you even going to wear?”
The rabbit let go of a strand of her hair and placed a hand to her chest, rubbing her manicured fingers over her collarbones with a sigh, listening to Jaina storm back to where she came from in the manor before the rabbit could reply.
The white haired villainess only smiled at herself in the mirror, catching sight of her favourite crystal dress that poked out of the wardrobe behind her. “Something white.”